Happy Cow

When I found Happy Cow, I was in the midst of a depression no one could be expected to survive. It was like a two hundred pound goblin had jumped on my back. One that whispered into my ear, "You suck. Your life sucks. Everything sucks. But more than anything, YOU suck." Makes it hard to stand up. Makes it hard to walk through Hobby Lobby, which is where I was. Depression goblin on my back hoping the rows of chotchkies would distract me. Perhaps I'd buy a cake pan shaped like a rose and bake a cake with my youngest daughter. Cake pan...that was it, that would make me happy. I turned down an aisle searching for cake pans but what I found was a Valentines Day sale. Nothing but red vases as far as the eye can see. Elegant red vases. 


That's when I spotted him. Happy Cow.


The most ridiculous cow I'd ever seen. Blue, with flowers, clouds, trees and two gloriously happy children painted on his sides. Right there, in my hands in the middle of Hobby Lobby, I hold the happiest cow on Earth! Depression would never bring this cow down. I chuckled, set him back on the shelf and resumed my search for a cake pan. But my mind kept drifting back to that cow. "No one's going to buy that stupid cow. He's ridiculously out of place being in an aisle of vases. How's he going to stay happy if he doesn't find a home?"


 (I realize he's an inanimate object with no real feelings but give me a break, I'm lugging around a two hundred pound depression goblin and searching for happiness in Hobby Lobby!) 


I briskly made my way back to the aisle of vases. He was waiting for me. I placed him in my cart and took him home, along with some flower cupcake holders. I gave him a place of honor on my dresser. Gave me something pleasant to look at during the night when I was enjoying my insomnia, another side effect of depression. What would it take to make me as happy as that cow? This is my quest.